Someone wake them up

Their love is the source of my curse,
In bended knees they recreated
Yet clung tight life yet to be born.
Modimo ke modisa waka gankitla ke tlhoka sepe that's their anthem,
My now rhythmn.
Someone wake them up.

I hold grave the questions
That are answered grave low.
I am left to the side of the sands.
They no longer have a voice,
Apparently my life is their sound.
Ba nkgogela mo metsing a a didimetseng
Ba lapolosa moya wame.

Even though l waltz through
The glitters of the sun
Ke tlotla moriti wa loso.
Loso legodu la bokamoso,
Moso o fitlhile , tsa ka di ile
Le batsamai, ba didimetse.
Mmusi ke molebeledi,
Ke tadima mogogoro wa tshepo.

Somebody wake them,
Its bittersweet , they went
to sleep with my future.
Maybe it was never mine to have
But neither theirs to keep.
I walked past their then used to be,
Ba didimetse. Azola.
Ba re dibukeng go ngwadilwe
Gore sedikwa ke ntswa pedi gase thata,
Yet this is stone cold, hard core their mess.

O tladitse senwelo sa me ebile se a tshologa. I am here twenty feet
High the ground toasting stars together.
Somebody better wake them up.
Stuck between bones and air space,
Ke batshwari ba dikgaba,
Magakabe a phaphalala le legodimo.
Godimo ke molelwane wa matlhale.
Nkadimeng phala ke letse meropa,
Botlhogoputswa ba eme borwa,
Ba didimetse.
Azola. They are silent.